Thanks Brain - Blog Posts

Me: Oh come on, man, why won't you let me do the stuff I need to do?

My brain: Ok fine, you can do whatever you want and stuff but like. Where did we last put our phone? Also remember that one time when [redacted]? Ah, and-

Me: No. No. No no no no, I need to do stuff, can you give me useful information?

My brain: Ohhh yep yep, lemme think.. hm. We made a list of things we had to do and stuff, forgot where we last put that as well.

Me: Okay thank you I'll look for that myself–

My brain: Wait we also forgot to water Jerry and Clea didn't we? We made a reminder of that on our phone. Therefore we should find our phone.

Me: No- fine- okay, I'll find the phone later, let me just find the list first.

Brain: Mmm yes, list list list list list, list list list, list, we need to find the list. The list, the list.

Me:

Brain:

Me:

Brain: Oh hey would you look at the time–

Me: nO I didn't even do a single thing!

Brain: –It's time to go out into another world! Daydreaming, baby! *disappears*

And that's when they ended up long gone, for at least an hour respectively.

Microwave (What Else(Poor Yorick)?)  by Levi Robinheart [lyrics]

The only time I lie at peace is when I’m swimmin’ in my lay You kiss me gentle and my heart feels nice she’s got nothing to say I must remiss myself for what the world has given me today Romantic Hamlet for my skull’s become a Microwave

[CHORUS: What else am I supposed to think? Show me what else I can think What else am I supposed to think? Show me what else I can think ]

Hope I don’t lose myself because of how these fists pound on my head We woke up coughin took a walk around the morgue and paid the rent Study-compose and theorize but shoot ‘em out? I don’t see why ‘cause she’ll condole and you’ll say “fine” but you’re still stuck with this guy

[CHORUS]

You keep my quietus my bones are fine my bod-can take a few I know you care-an all but no one needs so I’ll carry-on with you A cigarette without the taste If I can’t digest I just chew A radon test A flashing light Don’t tell me we’re just like you?

[CHORUS]

I kick it over all the time Well I can train it if I try An early bed but still no sign of progressing past the web-foot line Department expiration lights They see me staring at the tide And Paris baby wants a ride I know she can’t be far behind